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shrouded by evening in waning october
as autumn tumbles towards winter
is to know the losing of the light
the ever growing darkness
the advance of the cold
the time of endings
death’s due vigil
deep silence
dormant
so still
how do I abide this season
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rob kistner © 2011
The form of the poem pulls us down into that dark place but then the question opens the words, and feeling, out again.
nice…is this a rework of the previous…same last line i know…which is a great line…agree with maureen on the shape pulling us to that line…nice…
it’s a mild rework Brian, but I linked because it fit the ‘concrete’ theme of the d’Verse post…
The shape is perfect. Summer dwindles and and soon fades from sight. The final line is exactly my response.
That flowed so perfectly…the words and the shape….and I love the last line all by itself.
Well done!
alaurilee
I love the shape you chose. It’s such a gravitational pull to center, to down, to endings, to coldness; we bear it so well because it comes with the deepest greens of evergreen, the un-nameable blue of autumn sky, the flaming maple, the quivering gold of Aspen, the silver shimmer of birches, and the variant yellows and browns pouring down hills, piled in our yards, crunching beneath our feet with crisp clean air, and fruit on the trees. Yum…it’s autumn again.
Gay — that is the Yin Yang nature of Autumn, the colorful celebration of the season of death. Death is not wholly a negative when it comes to the seasons of earth, it is simply a change of states, clearing the path for the eventual rebirth of Spring… I too embrace Autumn fondly… 😉
haunting last line – perfect for the season. enjoyed this, thank you .
A visual effect of a slow disappearing act to welcome a new season. How nice! Great verse!
Hank
thank you to everyone who visited, posting your kind words… 😉
This is really interesting – you’ve use dthe shape well to draw attention to the words